060｜(Fifty-nine) Block h
The names of others were about to be uttered by Xie Qingyan, but he only managed to utter a short, sharp sound before abruptly stopping halfway through.
Their bodies remained intertwined, while their hearts sank into an ice cellar, rapidly cooling down.
Su Xingmao's hands moved faster than his thoughts. By the time he realized what was happening, he had covered her mouth and his brows were furrowed.
Su Xingmao was stunned. He didn't understand what this almost instinctive, subtle and uncontrollable reaction was.
He even resented hearing Xie Qingyan call out other people's names—this was completely unexpected.
Even the simplest word feels like a sharp knife slicing into the ear canal, the piercing noise is unpleasant.
Su Xingmao's heart was wandering, and the fingers that were holding her cheek slowly closed. He leaned closer to her, his eyelids lowered, and his long, thick eyelashes were like the drooping straw under the eaves of an old house, layer upon layer, blocking out the light, so that the expression of the person under the eaves could not be seen.
He was unwilling to delve into the reasons, and whether he was deceiving himself or not, he could still feign rationality.
Emotion and reason are separated into two halves.
Perhaps, even Su Xingmao himself was unaware of the complex emotions Xie Qingyan held for him.
No matter how deep the feelings, they are hard to contain.
A kiss landed, like the sealing wax stamp on an envelope, pressing it onto her lips. The wax was thick and hot, and so was her tongue, forcefully taking over her mouth and folding the remaining words into an unopened letter.
Xie Qingyan guessed that Su Xingmao was probably angry. This kind of sullen person, when he got angry, his expression didn't change. His eyes were as dark as ever, and his emotions were like hot air covered by a layer of oil, not conspicuous. However, his movements became more and more ferocious. She was frightened and dared not move anymore, stiffly letting him do as he pleased.
The kiss, now laced with anger, was no longer gentle. A thick, fiery tongue forced its way into her teeth, churning the soft flesh of her cheeks. The sucking motions were forceful and noisy. Xie Qingyan couldn't resist and retreated repeatedly.
"Tongue." His cold, deep tone contrasted sharply with the fiery tongue.
A chilling wind swept over us. The command was almost merciless: "Open your mouth and spit it out."
He pinched her cheeks hard with his fingers, making her apple cheeks puff out round and plump.
Xie Qingyan stared at Su Xingmao with wide eyes, sticking out a section of her pink, moist tongue, which was then sucked and held in her mouth, twisted around, and sucked repeatedly. The movements were so forceful that it seemed as if they wanted to forcibly pull her tongue out of her mouth and swallow it.
Xie Qingyan let out a difficult whimper, trying to dodge. He pulled his body back, but was pressed back down by a palm, with five fingers pressing down on his shoulder blade.
Frustrated and annoyed, she scratched him with her claws, not caring where she scratched, leaving bright red scratch marks on the boy's fair skin.
The gentle, slow teasing came to an end, and the penis plunged in fiercely and withdrew.
It wasn't a matter of varying pressure; each thrust felt like a punishment, using the deepest force to push the penis to a depth never before reached. The still-shy, moaning vaginal muscles made squelching sounds as it was thoroughly penetrated.
The plump, tender flesh gripped the penis tightly, surging out with each thrust and withdrawal, mingling with the moisture, before being swallowed by her.
Without the leisure to play around, and having lost his amusing tone, the taciturn Su Xing Mao became even more terrifying, like a stone statue that had been enlightened by the gods and turned into a spirit. He had a perfect human form, but was heartless and emotionless, like a robot, ruthlessly plunging in.
In the silent night, only Xie Qingyan's uncontrollable cries of pleas for mercy could be heard: "You... Waaah, I was wrong, please... don't stop—"
The star's eyelashes were glistening with moisture. Should it stop?
Perhaps he also wanted to stop. If emotions could be deleted with a single click, he would rather lose them. But the sobbing fueled his lust, and liking was like increasing entropy. No one could persuade him to stop.
I can't either.
He was a sweeping typhoon.
She was in the storm; calm was merely the surface of the eye of the tempest, while a hurricane raged around her, slicing through everything that came near like a blade.
Xie Qingyan's body was thrown forward by the inertia, and each time she felt like she couldn't hold on anymore. Her limp hands were like noodles. The boy pulled her up from behind, grabbed her two weak and powerless arms, and moved his waist.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in my ears.
"Ah! Slow down, it's too fast, I can't take it, I'm going to be fucked to death..."
Hearing her cries, the boy's breathing became heavier, but he remained unmoved.
Instead, he raised his hand and slapped the red mark that had already appeared, neither too hard nor too soft.
While being spanked, I was also being penetrated from behind...
The intense stimulation made Xie Qingyan tremble with pleasure, her lower abdomen contracting. The boy inhaled deeply, his brows furrowed, and he struck with even greater force.
In an instant, the flower juice splashed everywhere.
The force that would normally cause pain had now become a pleasurable aphrodisiac. Her little bottom swayed incessantly, nuzzling against his hand, silently yearning for the next slap...
Ideally, the camera should also capture the opening where the genitals are being eroded.
"Is the kitten a slut?" The tone was completely different from before, the teasing jokes and slightly indulgent tone gone.
The tone was almost indifferent, a comment devoid of emotion.
She should hate it...
But, sob sob, why does it feel so good...?
Her brain must be completely ruined; she's finished.
"No... I'm not a slut..." Xie Qingyan stammered, sobbing, unable to utter the word.
"Why are you biting my cock so tightly?" The finger landed on the clitoris as desired, flicking up the plump, erect, round clitoral bead. Su Xingmao once again felt the extreme sucking from the vaginal muscles. "Are you eager to eat my semen? You slutty little cat."
The cold voice pressed down on her.
"Did the kitten enjoy listening to that? Your pussy is biting me again, are you excited?"
"No..." The nakedness of having her sexual fetish exposed was more humiliating than being naked. Xie Qingyan's voice was already as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and she was sobbing.
"Shh." Su Xingmao pressed a finger to her lips and said, "Yan Yan is a good girl, she won't lie, right? I want to hear the truth."
Xie Qingyan received another slap on the buttocks, and tears welled up in her eyes as she stammered, "Yes..."
"What is it?" came the enticing closing line.
Xie Qingyan closed his eyes with a look of grim determination: "...The kitten is excited."
"I see." He had a look of sudden realization on his face, and thrust in with a sway of his hips. "The kitten is indeed in heat."
At the junction of the opening and the hole, the gurgling water was churned into fine white foam, sticky and pasty, like cream stuck there.
"Waaah, stop talking... I was really wrong, I know I was wrong." The girl groaned, her voice soft and tender, almost dripping with tears.
"Who's wrong?" he asked, using only an upward inflection.
Her arrogance vanished completely, and she immediately changed her tune: "...The kitten knows she was wrong."
"My sweetheart." The lingering kisses flowed from his lips to his ear, and the muscles of his waist and abdomen pressed against her like slabs of stone scorched by charcoal fire, their hard, undulating texture pressing against her.
Applause erupted.
White teeth bit her earlobe flesh, like a male canine biting the female's nape during mating, stopping all futile struggles.
Deeply penetrating, thrusting relentlessly straight to the heart of the matter, the rough glans slamming against the flower's core again and again.
"Stop...stop, I'm dying..."
The pleasure was no longer a torrent, but an earthquake that shook the entire world. Xie Qingyan saw a blur of colors before her eyes. She was living in a kaleidoscope, with flowers and dots everywhere. Blue was the curtain of the sky, green was the branches of trees, lush and verdant. White was the lines pressed out by clouds or the moon, strand by strand, like the silk spun by a spider, weaving into an all-encompassing net.
With a splash, she was caught in the net.
Swaying between heaven and earth, she became a tiny leaf, flitting about in the gale, being tossed and turned by the wind.
I can't stop.
The penis penetrates deep into the flower's core, pounding the most tender and greedy clitoris until it is soft and mushy. The deepest part of the vaginal flesh bites and sucks on the glans, greedily wanting it to squeeze out thick white fluid to fill the wet red cavity.
"No... I, the kitten, my master... Waaah, ah—"
A scream escaped her throat; she had lost all coherence. Her body trembled violently, her ears rang, followed by a brief period of deafness. She seemed disconnected from the world, her soul caught the bait of climax, hoisted up, floating, and ascending.
Gasps rose and fell until Xie Qingyan's whole body went limp, her toes unfurled from their curled state, and her sluggish brain cleared. She had experienced an unprecedented orgasm, a pleasure strong enough to extinguish all emotions, an electric shock that numbed her spine, leaving her devoid of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, only pure bliss remained.
Savage bestiality seizes the high ground, both succumb, and revel in the moment of being enslaved by desire.
"As punishment."
The spasming acupoints constricted the penis, and the moment of ejaculation arrived. The genitals pressed deep into her flower core, and Su Xingmao breathed softly in her ear, "The kitten is going to swallow all the semen, block it up, and not let it leak out."
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